"Delinne, please, there is no use for foul language." Argetlam murmurs, sending her a pleading glance with his burnished amber eyes. He then turns his near-silent attention back to Insanity, who seems to be becoming quite stressed, like a strand of metal being worn thin from use from too many years; and the burnished chocolate mare snaps, effectively sending the snail shrinking back into his shell, or turtle if you prefer. The metal-bender's mouth closes firmly and his ears twitch back; he tilts his head down a touch and his dusty, straw-like mane falls across his sweet yellow and gold eyes. It is just then that he realizes how hot it is; the Tallsun heat seems to have penetrated even this cavern, and the emitted warmths of the bodies do not help this case.
Maybe he should remove himself from this dilemma, instead of simply standing here and creating more difficulty. But Argetlam does not, and maybe it's simply because of the walls of quiet stone that thump with the heartbeat of metal. It's all around him, soothing and steady, and it keeps his sturdy feet from leaving.